P O I S O N - rogue - T O M (FINISHED!)

[- - F l I c K e R - -]

Name: Poisonkit - Poisonpaw - Poison - Poisonheart
Family: Ivy, his beloved sister
Rank: Rouge
Type: Rouge
Gender: Tom
Age: 14 Moons
Eye Color: Deep crimson red, glinting with a malicious lust for blood. One look at those eyes, and any thoughts you had of him being a kind feline.
Fur Color: Shining black fur of short length covers his huge body, and unlike most black cats whos fur appears blue in the sunlight, his only appears an even darker ebony.
Other Appearances:

Poison has a huge, muscular build. At only 14 moons, he's already about 18 inches at the shoulder. How, you may ask, did he get to be this large? Simple. Somewhere in his bloodlines, runs the blood of Servals. Every few generations, it seems one or two felines pick up that size, and become quite large. Despite this though, Poison lacks speed to a great degree. Because of this, he isn't terribly good at hunting.

His claws are strangely long, so much so that he can't fully sheath them. The tips stick out, like threatening daggers awaiting your doom. Their color is strange, some say they were once pure white, but they now seem to have a strange reddish tinge, as if tainted with blood. Along with his claws, his paws are huge, some have compared them to the paws of a large dog. His body carries few scars, and they aren't very noticeable, but you can still tell this young tom has fought many a battle in his short life. He is clearly not a tom anyone would want to meet in battle.

Personality:

A bloodthirsty demon. Perhaps the best way to describe Poison, aside from the devil himself. Poison's one and only goal in life, is to rule all four clans. He's willing to kill to get there, and he already has. He could very easily have already set a record for most cats killed by a cat under 15 moons.

Poison is skilled in battle. He says he's been fighting since the day he was born, though that's not entirely true. But, he has been fighting longer then most. In a battle with a trained warrior, with Poison's size, strength, and skill, even a highly trained warrior may have trouble defeating him. Unbeatable? Not at all. Poison's size makes him slow, a swift, small warrior could turn his size against him fairly easily.

Friendly? Perhaps it may seem that way. But with him, everything is a lie. He's a master of acting, convincing a cat something is as simple as taking a step for him. Cats trust him at first normally, until he makes a wrong move.

History:

Poison wasn't born a loner. Poison was of noble blood. ThunderClan was where Poison took his first breath, and his father, was the leader. His mother was a young, naive she-cat known as Fleetfoot. Poison had one sister, Ivykit, and a brother, Cranekit. Cranekit, being blind, was outcasted by Poisonkit. He didn't like having a helpless little brother always asking him if he was going to run into something. Him and Ivy on the other hand, were nearly identical and and the greatest of friends. They were closer then most siblings, though they still had their spats now and again.

When they became apprentices, they both had younger, inexperienced warriors. They never really took the two out training, so they would sneak out and train themselves. Poison was quickly making up his own battle moves, and was already about the size of a full-grown warrior. Everyone had faith in him to be a good warrior. But all that changed.

At nearly 7 moons, ThunderClan's territory caught on fire. As the whole clan fled, Poisonpaw and Ivypaw were split up. When the fire stopped and they all returned to camp, Ivypaw wasn't among them. She seemed to have disappeared, no one had seen her after they fled. It was like ripping Poisonpaw open from the inside out. For the next moon he did no training, spoke to no one, ate little. Everyone seemed to worry about him, wondering if he would ever be the same happy, mischievous cat he was before.

One day, when he was about 8 moons, he was sent on a border patrol with some warriors. He was sure he caught Ivypaw's scent by the WindClan border, it appeared she'd crossed and ran deep into their territory. When the two warriors with him said he couldn't follow the scent, a deep rage built up inside him, and after a quick moment, the two were dead.

After that, Poisonpaw left their bodies and took off after the scent, only to find it lead him to the edge of a river, where the scent cut off.

Poison never returned to ThunderClan, but he grew dark and cold hearted. Any cat he came across he killed, slaughtering mercilessly. With a dark heart and not a friend in the world, Poison has only one goal. Find Ivypaw, and kill anyone who stands in his path.

RP Example:

Unneeded

Cats you RP: 1
Names of cats: Canyonstar
Other:

Note: In his history, I can change his father being the leader, but I meant the previous leader, not whoever the leader is now.

[Nick (admin)]

Accepted.